Peaceful Still Hushed Blue
Yet Somehow Screaming Statements
Streak of Light in Dark
About the Creator
One Minute — Nine O’Clock
Quietful mystique — a feeling, perhaps mistaken — the moment I took for too long. The mystery of the soul and the brain. Brown eyes I was born with, a degree. Why aren't we free — a realm of questioning, reasoning about who is real? Are we?
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 days ago in Poets
A More Human Vocal
When we launched Vocal nearly a decade ago, the world was a very different place. LLMs did not exist, and stories were created one at a time by people sitting down to write, revise, and share something personal. Many of our assumptions about publishing, trust, and participation were built for a world where effort and output were inseparable.
By Justin @ Vocalabout 4 hours ago in Resources
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